Page 110 of The Breaking Point

Not only waving at me but also wearing the tiniest bikini I’d ever seen. My jaw nearly dropped. I couldn’t believe her parents would let her wear something like that.

“I didn’t know you’d be home already,” she said, smiling.

God, she looked fucking amazing. Her blond hair was longer than I’d ever seen it. It blew gently in the wind as she stood over me. Her body was tan and lithe, her breasts small but firm. Even worse, she had freckles all over her cheeks and shoulders. I was a complete sucker for freckles.

I forced myself to stop staring at her. “Yeah, I’m back,” I said weakly.

“Wow, you sound thrilled.” Grace jumped into the pool, making sure to splash me. “Come on, toss me!”

She threw herself into my arms like we were little kids. I froze, mostly because there was no place to put my hands that didn’t feel inappropriate. I lightly clasped her around the waist and tried to toss her as far as I could.

Grace laughed and launched herself at me again. This time, she tried to climb onto my shoulders, but I wouldn’t let her.

“You’re too heavy,” I groused.

She didn’t seem offended. “God, you’re so boring now.” She splashed me, trying to start a water fight. “Since when did you turn into such a grumpy old man?”

I wasn’t going to fall for her bait. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me.

Well, she was—just not the rise she was expecting.

I forced myself to think of icebergs to stop my traitorous dick from betraying me. Grace, though, wasn’t helping. All her jumping and swimming just served to show off her body. Everything about her was sobouncy.

It was painful to watch her.

Finally, I got out of the pool after Grace tried one last time to get me to toss her.

She surfaced, frowning. “Where are you going?”

“I have to be somewhere. Sorry.”

I knew I was being an asshole, but I didn’t care. I almost sprinted upstairs to my old room and locked the door. There, I dried off, got dressed, and got out of the house before any of the other Dallases stopped me.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening at the rink. When Mrs. Dallas called to ask if I’d be home for dinner, I lied and said I was meeting up with old friends. I felt guilty, mostly because I knew she’d been expecting me to eat with the family.

But I couldn’t be around Grace. She posed too much of a temptation.

I managed to get back into the Dallases’ house without Grace noticing. I took a shower, sweaty after skating for so long, and was about to return to my room when the bathroom door opened.

“Shit, somebody’s in here!” I yelled. I must’ve forgotten to lock it.

Grace, though, wasn’t deterred. She stepped inside the steamy bathroom and shut the door behind her. She took in myappearance—I only had a towel wrapped around my hips—and I could see a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Uh, if you need the bathroom, I’m almost done,” I said.

She shook her head. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“And coming into the bathroom was your best idea? You should go to your room.”

If Mr. or Mrs. Dallas realized Grace was in here with me and I was basically naked, they’d kill me. I was about to make Grace leave when she said, “I want you to take my virginity.”

I dropped the razor I was holding and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Had I heard her correctly?

“What the fuck?” I growled, turning around.

Grace lifted her chin. “You heard me.”

“Are you drunk? High? Get out of here. And don’t you have a boyfriend?” I was horrified. I was ... aroused. I didn’t know where to fucking look.

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